[Her movements were fluid and graceful; no break, nor any hesitation, not even when the woman blocked and started reciprocating the assassins defenses. It was kill, or be killed; a mantra that had been ingrained in her mind at a very young age.
The word went unnoticed, mostly because she didn't believe - not even for a beat of a moment - that she really was caught.
There was a brief flash when green eyes met green eyes before Natasha took advantage of the limb by hooking it into the crook of her knee. As the made their way to the wall, the other foot kicked up to press flat as she swung her whole body around over Devi's back to break free completely and put an arms length of distance between them. Just enough to throw a jab into the other woman's face.
Really, the whole thing was kind of poetic, in a sense.]
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The word went unnoticed, mostly because she didn't believe - not even for a beat of a moment - that she really was caught.
There was a brief flash when green eyes met green eyes before Natasha took advantage of the limb by hooking it into the crook of her knee. As the made their way to the wall, the other foot kicked up to press flat as she swung her whole body around over Devi's back to break free completely and put an arms length of distance between them. Just enough to throw a jab into the other woman's face.
Really, the whole thing was kind of poetic, in a sense.]